eros-exists - Hello Poetry

"A slaughterhouse," I think of my own home, the way imagery of the blood from my mistakes slips down the walls, all vivid in my head as I visualize the old house. "An outlet mall" The mall that was shut down about 2 years ago now, one where my grandma worked, I'd visit and we'd shop together in Old Navy where she worked and we'd talk about what used to fill the old stores. "Slot machines," The casino off Exit 33, a familiar name in my life, having been once as a kid even if the casino haunts my memories as everyone somehow connected to it. "Fear of God" The religious trauma, the slow drag of sin taking over the little catholic girl I once was, as the smoke exited my lips after an attempt to revisit the church after 4 years. "Windows down," The flashbacks to the car rides with mom or dad where we'd scream the song lyrics and laugh, the way they both sped even with me in the car, not a single care other than to be picked as my favorite. "Heater on" I always hated heaters, hated the warmth, but the smell of the vents turning on after the long summer is soothing to my brain. "Big bolts of lightning hanging low" I watch the storms, until they finish, all lights off in my room with the blinds all the way up as I ignore everything around me and focus on the rain hitting the glass, the booms of thunder, and the flashes of light. "Over the coast, everyone's convinced" The East Coast is too familiar, I've been here my whole life, and I don't think I could ever comprehend not being here at some point cause I always planned to stay. "It's a government drone or an alien spaceship" I couldn't know, I didn't understand, how everything could somehow collapse in 4 years. "Either way, we're not alone" I found someone, a boy, someone I love and could never leave, the future bright in my eyes as I don't wish to relive my life for the first time. "I'll find a new place to be from" His family was amazing, caring, and accepted me so fast, I could never feel whole anywhere else even with my own parents. "A haunted house with a picket fence" My old home. "To float around and ghost my friends" I'd always regret. "No, I'm not afraid to disappear" I was never scared of death but the idea of dying scared me. The billboard said, "The end is near" As I pass by the familiar roads. "I turned around, there was nothing there" The memories were fading, whether good or bad, I was starting to forget. "Yeah, I guess the end is here" I'll silently stare at the old house, the old mall, my old friends, my parents, my boyfriend and his family, and even myself. And every time I look, I know, I'll remember the end.

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Oct 21, 2024

Oct 21, 2024 at 8:26 PM UTC

eros-exists

I Know The End (song by Phoebe Bridgers)

"A slaughterhouse," I think of my own home, the way imagery of the blood from my mistakes slips down the walls, all vivid in my head as I visualize the old house. "An outlet mall" The mall that was shut down about 2 years ago now, one where my grandma worked, I'd visit and we'd shop together in Old Navy where she worked and we'd talk about what used to fill the old stores. "Slot machines," The casino off Exit 33, a familiar name in my life, having been once as a kid even if the casino haunts my memories as everyone somehow connected to it. "Fear of God" The religious trauma, the slow drag of sin taking over the little catholic girl I once was, as the smoke exited my lips after an attempt to revisit the church after 4 years. "Windows down," The flashbacks to the car rides with mom or dad where we'd scream the song lyrics and laugh, the way they both sped even with me in the car, not a single care other than to be picked as my favorite. "Heater on" I always hated heaters, hated the warmth, but the smell of the vents turning on after the long summer is soothing to my brain. "Big bolts of lightning hanging low" I watch the storms, until they finish, all lights off in my room with the blinds all the way up as I ignore everything around me and focus on the rain hitting the glass, the booms of thunder, and the flashes of light. "Over the coast, everyone's convinced" The East Coast is too familiar, I've been here my whole life, and I don't think I could ever comprehend not being here at some point cause I always planned to stay. "It's a government drone or an alien spaceship" I couldn't know, I didn't understand, how everything could somehow collapse in 4 years. "Either way, we're not alone" I found someone, a boy, someone I love and could never leave, the future bright in my eyes as I don't wish to relive my life for the first time. "I'll find a new place to be from" His family was amazing, caring, and accepted me so fast, I could never feel whole anywhere else even with my own parents. "A haunted house with a picket fence" My old home. "To float around and ghost my friends" I'd always regret. "No, I'm not afraid to disappear" I was never scared of death but the idea of dying scared me. The billboard said, "The end is near" As I pass by the familiar roads. "I turned around, there was nothing there" The memories were fading, whether good or bad, I was starting to forget. "Yeah, I guess the end is here" I'll silently stare at the old house, the old mall, my old friends, my parents, my boyfriend and his family, and even myself. And every time I look, I know, I'll remember the end.

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It was supposed to be true love I would have kissed you for always Was there no trust? I would have kissed you through time But our pulse was just a wish unfilled There was only history It breaks me truly To bid you farewell All of our memories Burning in my hands Photos and letters Signed with our secrets of love Reduced to ashes I walk with matches in hand Away from the fire Away from the place that was home Standing at a safe distance from the mansion I watch it go up in flames Our memories and history Burn just as you burned my heart

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Mar 24, 2022

Mar 24, 2022 at 8:14 PM UTC

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Burning Memories & Histories

It was supposed to be true love I would have kissed you for always Was there no trust? I would have kissed you through time But our pulse was just a wish unfilled There was only history It breaks me truly To bid you farewell All of our memories Burning in my hands Photos and letters Signed with our secrets of love Reduced to ashes I walk with matches in hand Away from the fire Away from the place that was home Standing at a safe distance from the mansion I watch it go up in flames Our memories and history Burn just as you burned my heart

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Our nights were together when we met We watched movies when we couldn't sleep Cloud Atlas was your favorite We ate pocky as well Specifically Strawberry A few times you snuck out to see me You left the place you were trapped in for me One of the most memorable moments Was when I told you it was snowing You told me that you saw snow all the time My heart broke The last night we talk you said you couldn't sleep I laid with you and fell asleep Not knowing what I'd wake up to the next morning

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Mar 14, 2022

Mar 14, 2022 at 1:34 PM UTC

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In Another Life

Our nights were together when we met We watched movies when we couldn't sleep Cloud Atlas was your favorite We ate pocky as well Specifically Strawberry A few times you snuck out to see me You left the place you were trapped in for me One of the most memorable moments Was when I told you it was snowing You told me that you saw snow all the time My heart broke The last night we talk you said you couldn't sleep I laid with you and fell asleep Not knowing what I'd wake up to the next morning

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Depression was gained Brains were strained As we enter the game, We knew it couldn’t be the same We were supposed to be anew But we all knew School is only a prison Even though we listen We have finally risen Speaking about the feelings Like the red roses Blooming in the fields Causing healings School has been causing friction So I use fiction, To stop a restriction So I wouldn’t let the tears glisten As school ends, I hope for a happier time But I can get in line As I’m not the only one Who has been inflicted And restricted

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Jun 10, 2021

Jun 10, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC

eros-exists

The Year

Depression was gained Brains were strained As we enter the game, We knew it couldn’t be the same We were supposed to be anew But we all knew School is only a prison Even though we listen We have finally risen Speaking about the feelings Like the red roses Blooming in the fields Causing healings School has been causing friction So I use fiction, To stop a restriction So I wouldn’t let the tears glisten As school ends, I hope for a happier time But I can get in line As I’m not the only one Who has been inflicted And restricted

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